[ How rude. She gets a look for that but otherwise he buries his reaction behind his glass, taking a drink from it and then setting it back down to follow Angela's glance over towards the stage. He's met her before - she's nice, a little overly sincere for his tastes in terms of conversation, a little too good at staying on topic and making sure everyone at the gathering actually feels as though they're playing a moderately sized role in things, but he's simultaneously totally willing to acknowledge that there is a necessary spot for people just like her that needs to be filled, because some people need that kind of reassurance, and he's just happy to not be one of them. He is fully aware of when he is actually helping and when he is just throwing money at a problem and hoping other people will resolve it.

So it doesn't take more than a few moments of watching, catching a few words here and there, before he turns back to the table, and to Angela. ]

I just donated the equivalent of a technical college's annual sports budget for three consecutive years solely to ensure that I wouldn't have to get up and deliver a 'classic Stark speech'. [ Because some days you feel like it, and some days you just don't. ]